'I don't wanna look at anything else now that I saw you.'
Coming from a wealthy family was never the major flex in her life. To others, she might come off as a rich spoilt brat but the reality was far from what they perceived her to be.
In a world...
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Jeonghan sat on the worn wooden bench, the cool surface of the seat grounding him as his eyes drifted to the soft glow of the streetlights lining the quiet street. His phone rested loosely in his hand, half-forgotten, though his thumb occasionally hovered over the screen.
In the background, the faint strum of a guitar floated through the air, paired with a gentle voice singing a melody that carried the kind of warmth one craved on a chilly evening.
A short distance away, two street performers had gathered a modest crowd-couples leaning into each other, children swaying on the laps of parents, and a few solitary figures who seemed lost in the music.
The scene was simple, yet strangely comforting, as if the night itself was wrapped in a cozy blanket of peace.
Jeonghan had thought this was exactly what he needed after his earlier argument with Yewon-something quiet to drown out the noise in his head.
But the truth was, the warmth of the music wasn't enough. Neither was the muted laughter of strangers or the charm of the soon approaching winter evening.
What he really needed was her.
The realization hit him hard, almost embarrassingly so. He'd been sitting with his friends earlier-surrounded by familiarity, by someone like Yewon, who'd once meant a lot to him-but the whole time, his thoughts kept circling back to Miyeon.
He had just seen her a few hours ago.
Hours.
And yet, here he was, missing her like she'd been gone for weeks.
He'd acted impulsively-something he rarely did-and sent her that message without a second thought.
It was so unlike him.
Yoon Jeonghan was never desperate.
He prided himself on his composure, his ability to keep his feelings and wants in check.
